My cultural Bag
By; Claire. S
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday I have soccer practice and on Saturday I have a game every week. Soccer makes me jubilant and I love it so much. And when I am not having practice with my team I practice by myself and work hard to get better. I love the fell of when you walk out onto the field and the smell of the freshly cutgrass. My family is tremendously into sports and soccer, my mom does triathlons and my brother and I do soccer and my dad rides his bike. Soccer symbolizes my love for sports and my teamwork, it helps me realize what can be done inn life.
Every year my family and I go up to the mountains and search and search for the perfect Christmas tree. Once we get are tree we cut it down and take it back to be house in the back of the car. We heir the tree buffet agents the wall every time we hit a bump and by the time we get home we are lucky that the tree is still in intact. I love that moment when you finally open the car door and take a whiff of the fresh mountain air and take a step into the lush green forest. The only thing you heir is the crackle of the twigs breaking beneath your feet and “Timbre” shouted, echoing in the air. This symbolizes my love for adventure and my need for out doors.
Whenever I have a question about my family, my mom brings out this gigantic book that has just about all the information about my family. The first time I looked at it I was astonished at what I saw, page after page after page of family trees. The book is dark blue with gold writing and pages as white as the snow. This book helps me realize what kind of family I have and where they came from and why I am what I am today.
Hank and Ace where their names. The names of my golden retriever dogs that passed away a few months ago. They were the best dogs I ever had and probably would ever have. Hank was the friendliest dog you would have had ever met. He had mountains of fur, and when you went to pet him your hand would just sink right in. His fur was a beautiful shade of red that looked like the dark red color you would see in a sunset. Ace was so athletic and so beautiful; he just filled you with energy every time you saw him and you could not resist petting him. Hank had a great life and died peacefully in his sleep at age 14.
By; Claire. S
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday I have soccer practice and on Saturday I have a game every week. Soccer makes me jubilant and I love it so much. And when I am not having practice with my team I practice by myself and work hard to get better. I love the fell of when you walk out onto the field and the smell of the freshly cutgrass. My family is tremendously into sports and soccer, my mom does triathlons and my brother and I do soccer and my dad rides his bike. Soccer symbolizes my love for sports and my teamwork, it helps me realize what can be done inn life.
Every year my family and I go up to the mountains and search and search for the perfect Christmas tree. Once we get are tree we cut it down and take it back to be house in the back of the car. We heir the tree buffet agents the wall every time we hit a bump and by the time we get home we are lucky that the tree is still in intact. I love that moment when you finally open the car door and take a whiff of the fresh mountain air and take a step into the lush green forest. The only thing you heir is the crackle of the twigs breaking beneath your feet and “Timbre” shouted, echoing in the air. This symbolizes my love for adventure and my need for out doors.
Whenever I have a question about my family, my mom brings out this gigantic book that has just about all the information about my family. The first time I looked at it I was astonished at what I saw, page after page after page of family trees. The book is dark blue with gold writing and pages as white as the snow. This book helps me realize what kind of family I have and where they came from and why I am what I am today.
Hank and Ace where their names. The names of my golden retriever dogs that passed away a few months ago. They were the best dogs I ever had and probably would ever have. Hank was the friendliest dog you would have had ever met. He had mountains of fur, and when you went to pet him your hand would just sink right in. His fur was a beautiful shade of red that looked like the dark red color you would see in a sunset. Ace was so athletic and so beautiful; he just filled you with energy every time you saw him and you could not resist petting him. Hank had a great life and died peacefully in his sleep at age 14.